Friday, May 26, 2006
I've realised that I'm not really a workaholic. I simply immerse myself completely in whichever new activity I undertake, which in this case would be the new job, my new gym membership and dance rehearsals. All in the name of doing things to the fullest? I've always told myself that this is the way to go about living life, but it sure drains the hell outta me.
This week I barely slept 4 hours on monday and tues nights, (a result of gym on monday and dance on tues, both after work, and researching my telemarketing list till 2am), Wednesday was spent gymming and being convinced by young funky colleagues to go for mambo night, which resulted in a zombie-state thursday, followed by a farewell dinner for yonghui with young funky colleagues that night. Friday night was a dinner with a friend, meiting's birthday chalet and chatting with the buddies and watching nolan get high at eugene's place till 630 in the morning.
The good news? Results at work seem to be picking up, though I'm still waaay far from my targets, which is worrying. It sucks to be thinking and working like a perm when I'm only a temp, but that's what happens when you have the exact same job scope, but are waaay low on the corporate hierarchy. Eugene thinks I'm mad for staying till 830pm after work without OT pay, but the reality is that if I dont, I wont be able to get any work done the following day and thus not earn commission.
Ugh. Looks like I got more than what I bargained for. I havent worked this hard for 2.5 years man. The pressure's immense. At least the day passes really fast and most of my colleagues are supportive and approachable.
Oh my goodnes. I cant be living life like this all the time. I'd probably die before 30 if I go on like this.
he rocked the party at 5:47 PM |
